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[It's a week now since Davy Jones joined up with the Barge and was immediately thrust into Zero, and now he's out and about. Not so much about as out, as he seems relegated to his sixth floor cabin in a perpetual moody sulk.

But that hardly means he's being quiet about it. From one end of the hall to the other, the sixth floor shakes and moans with the sounds of a fearsome organ being played, loudly and without heed to anyone who had the foolish notion of getting some peace and quiet in today. Even other floors can likely hear a distant but still ominous melody sounding off through the ship's bones.

At least the leaking water's been staved off, and seems to have been relegated back to only a murky puddle leaking outside Jones' door.

He's not the friendliest of neighbors.]

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From:

megamind

[ Let the battle of the bands begin. ]

[ Megamind's music-- and it's modern amplification systems-- are soon vibrating the floor. Pity anyone on levels eight through six. ]

From:

tentacruelest

[You call that music, sir? All Jones hears is the skittering of annoying thump-thump-thumps - the Kraken made more noise swimming around the ship.

He, on the other hand, is using the bellows built into his cabin wall to full, dreadful effect.

And at least he's making the music himself]

From:

megamind

[ Megamind doesn't play much anymore. He used to find the time on occasion, to tool around -- now it's much too close to one of his breach alters coping mechanisms, and he doesn't like Gamma struggling about his brain when it occurs so ... he stopped. ]

[ He still composes. Sometimes. ]

[ For now? He happily lets Aerosmith speak for him, wailling about 'Ragdolls'. ]

From:

tentacruelest

[In turn, Jones' head lowers to the organ keys to better entrap himself in his music. He stomps down on the keys with violent gestures, as if throwing himself at his instrument will cause it to be louder]

From:

routemistress

STILL NOT IMPRESSED WITH YOUR MIGHTY ORGAN, SPONGEBOB.

From:

tentacruelest

You've not properly seen my organ, wench.

From:

routemistress

Oooh, last time anyone used that line on me I woke up six months later in the hold of a Catan Nebula ore hauler. Good times.

From:

lawofthejungle

Give it a rest barnacle boy; might still have my senses dulled to fuck down here but you don't need my hearing to get that caterwauling.

You too, blue balls.

From:

tentacruelest

Be jibe all you like. No one asked you to listen.

From:

routemistress

I was just starting to enjoy myself. Do you know "Bohemian Rhapsody"?

From:

megamind

[ pops up on screen, holding a whiteboard that reads: ]

SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER HOW AWESOME MY SOUND SYSTEM IS

Edited Date: 2013-07-24 06:29 pm (UTC)

From:

tentacruelest

Mr. Creed, if I am to be a prisoner aboard this ship, I will do whatever pleases me until I am expressly forbade by force to cease.

From:

tentacruelest

Do I know what?

From:

routemistress

click the "play" button.

that'd sound fab on a bloody great organ.

From:

lawofthejungle

[ENJOY IT WHILE IT LASTS.]

Cute.

Least it's decent music.

From:

megamind

[ Megamind shrugs; Creed gets half a point for having good taste in music. He's still deep in the negatives. And then he scoots off, head bobbing to Paradise City when it comes on. ]

From:

tentacruelest

[Davy actually shuts up and listens...with not the slightest bit of comprehension]

This is noise. Dissonant chaos without rhyme or reason. You enjoy this?